I got the early Monday-morning workin’ blues.
Put on my ragged, worn-out workin’ shoes.
Well the weekend was too short, but I can’t choose.
Every Monday brings these workin’ girl blues.
I’m tired of workin´ my life away and givin’ somebody else all of my pay
While they get rich on the profits that I lose,
Leavin´ me here with these workin’ girl blues.

Well, the boss says a raise is due ‘most any day,
But I wonder, Will my hair be all turned gray
Before he turns that money loose and I get my dues
And I lose a little bit of these workin’ girl blues?
And I can’t even afford a new pair of shoes,
While they can live in any old penthouse they choose,
And all that I got is the workin’ girl blues.